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Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, Bigot, and Others.
Sal. I did not think the king so stor’d with friends.
Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Sal. That misbegotten devil
, Faulconbridge, In spite of spite, alone upholds the day. Pem. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left
Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. When we were happy we had other names. Pem. It is the count Melun. Sal.
Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and
Sal. May this be possible? may this be true?
• He means ---] The Frenchman, i, e. Lewis, means,
Retaining but a quantity of life;
soul With contemplation and devout desires.
Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form
eron as a form of wax Resolveth, &c.] This is said in allusion to the images made by witches.
Holinshed observes, that it was alledged against dame Eleanor Cobham and her confederates, “ that they had devised an image of wax, representing the king, which, by their sorcerie, by little and little consumed, intending thereby, in conclusion, to waste and destroy the king's person.
Trated treachery,] i. e. The Dauphin has rated your treachery, and set upon it a fine, which your lives must pay.
Of this most fair occasion, by the which
[Exeunt, leading off Melun.
Enter Lewis and his Train. Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath
to set; But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, When the English measur’d backward their own
Enter a Messenger.
Here:- What news?
happy newness, &c.] Happy innovation, that purposed the restoration of the ancient rightful government.
Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English
Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
to-night; The day shall not be up so soon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt.
An open Place in the Neighbourhood of Swinstead
Enter the Bastard and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly,
or I shoot. Bast. A friend:- What art thou? Hub.
Of the part of England. Bast. Whither dost thou go? Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I de
Bast. Hubert, I think.
Thou hast a perfect thought: I will, upon all hazards, well believe
keep good quarter,] i. e. keep in your allotted posts,
Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so well:
Who thou wilt: an if thou please,
night, Have done me shame:—Brave soldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. . Bast. Come, come; sans compliment, what news
abroad? Hub. Why, here walk 1, in the black brow of
night, To find you out. Bast.
Brief, then; and what's the news? Hub. O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.
Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk:* I left him almost speechless, and broke out To acquaint you with this evil; that you might The better arm you to the sudden time, Than if you had at leisure known of this.
Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him? Hub. A monk, I tell you; a resolved villain, Whose bowels suddenly burst out: the king Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover.
4 The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk :] Not one of the historians who wrote within sixty years after the death of King John, mentions this very improbable story. The tale is, that a monk, to revenge himself on the king for a saying at which he took offence, poisoned a cup of ale, and having brought it to his majesty, drank some of it himself, to induce the king to taste it, and soon afterwards expired. Thomas Wykes is the first, who relates it in his Chronicle, as a report. According to the best accounts, John died at Newark, of a fever. VOL. IV.